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Amanda Kay Burke Apr 2023
I never have been good at receiving compliments
Unwilling to overlook numerous cracks, scars, and dents
I liked myself once
Long long ago
Lot happened to slowly make self-esteem low
Now when peers tell me I'm pretty I assume it is a lie
I'm only growing older each day that passes by
Crying does not help but I can't stop the tears that fall
Most days can't stand my reflection at all
It is easier looking in the mirror when day is captured by night
Disguising dark blemishes all too clear in the light
I have a bad habit of not accepting compliments
Mark Wanless Apr 2023
and the creature came
out of just a thin mirror
the minds fell culprit
LeBobbe Apr 2023
The worst part of my day.
Is confronting the nightmare.
He's keeping my monsters at bay.
Fixed to me with a fierce glare.

He looks... with disappointment.
He looks... with anger.
He looks... with dread.
He looks... with dispair.

Our eyes always meet.
Every action always copied.
Same spot we always greet.
I always took the lead.

What a horrible creature is he.
Yet in him people find beauty.
The intent inside I always see.
What a pitiful creature is he.

Every day, I see him.
Every hour, I feel his sadness.
Every minute, I face his actions.
For I am him.

Looking through a mirror.
A reflection about reflection.
Aida Mar 2023
I sat alone, with thoughts so deep,
A mirror showed my soul to peep.
It reflected back my deepest fears,
My pain, my doubts, my unshed tears.

But as I looked into that glass,
I saw beyond the pain amassed.
I saw the strength that I possessed,
To rise above and face the test.

The fire burning bright within,
The will to fight and never give in,
To break the chains and be set free,
To rise above, and truly be me.

So now I sit, not quite alone,
With a newfound strength I've honed.
I see the beauty, the love, the grace,
Reflected back upon my face.

With every challenge that I face,
I know that I can find my place.
For in that mirror, clear as day,
I see the power to light my way.
you are foolish to think that pointing the gun
directly at me
will make me fear you.

hovering your finger over the trigger,
will not do the damage that intend it to,
if i have already unloaded the bullets.

but to my dismay,
the damage is already done.
as i look over my shoulder,
i can see the shattered mirror,
and a pool of blood seeping through the carpet.
in the end, i became the monster
that everyone always warned me about.
it does not live under the bed.
neither is it hiding in the closet.
but it stares back at me
when i look at the mirror.
it's been a year since my last poem. i told myself  that i would write more positive poetry. but after re-reading all my previous poems, it seems more fitting to continue with the same theme.
Zywa Jan 2023
Together we can

untangle our confessions --


before the mirror.
"Un aveu est un nœud" ("A confession is a knot", 1959, Edmond Jabès)

Collection "Inmost"
I-sun Marami Dec 2022
I'm saving my face by tolerating mirror
The mirror is liar
It shows me my face
I'm saving my face by tolerating mirror
As I'm you
But it's shown me my face
leeaaun Dec 2022
they said look at yourself
in the mirror
and when i did
all i saw a girl
who couldn't say no
who was tired of doing
things she couldn't love
who forgot to smile when
she saw the things she liked
the reflection in mirror
was telling a story
she never thought
could be written for her
can she cry now?
she asked
but shook her head
as this society was not going
to give her the privilege
of being her true self
does mirror always tells the truth?
M H John Dec 2022
it’s hard these days,
even after all these years
it’s hard
for me to sit directly
in front of a mirror
when all i see
in the reflection
of the glass’ tears
is the image
of you
replacing the body
of me
written:
december 10, 2022
saturday
2:50 am
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